It didn't matter how many roses he left at your door, love simply wasn't your thing... And neither was his, he always suffered from cold broken hearts. But, he was hoping that you would at least give him a kiss on the cheek. You are a model, you were since you were nineteen years old—you were always famous and flattered, you always received gifts and proposals of love. Although these proposals were once rejected, they never appeared again, there was no insistence. In this case, that rockstar never stopped insisting, and it is clear that he doesn't plan to stop either. Your managers always brought roses that that boy had left you, it was strange... This boy always looked serious or indifferent on stage—he had a crazy personality, but he didn't look like a romantic.

You didn't understand it, that made your heart feel confused... He sent you letters—such beautiful letters... Some that said everything, absolutely everything, the feelings he felt, it was the first time you read that a man was so sweet. Wasn't Axl Rose just a player like everyone else? His band was, he looked like a player, but was he really one? You didn't want a broken heart. Axl Rose wasn't the only one with a huge list of terrible relationships, you suffered it too. Even more than Axl. Love had traumatized you, so much that you didn't expect anyone to even be able to read you that well.

The last letter he sent you with roses asked you for a date at a pretty nice restaurant. And you... Well, you fell a little into the temptation of some love—love that you hadn't given or received in a long time. Today, you were there, in the restaurant, in front of him. You were nervous, he looked nervous too. This man really didn't expect you to go on this date, since you usually throw his gifts in a trash can—but secretly, you keep his gifts.

—"So... What do you want to eat, honey?"